Author’s note: this was written 01 April 2015. I mention this only so the phrase “this day” is more easily understood.
Somewhat faded now;
It happened on this day
Some years ago.
An aspirate tied to vibrating vocal chords;
Next, the tip of her tongue
On her superior alveolar ridge soared,
Air passing through her nose from her lungs.
This was not the end,
Only the middle.
I give you no riddle:
To utter a glide her tongue did bend.
No palatal approximant in her head,
She expressed instead
An anglicized Greek upsilon,
A fine sound to end on.
And thus his name
Passed o’er her lips;
Each utterance that o’er them slipped
Increased her power to tame.
©2015 H.K. Longmore